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unmotivatedwrit3r · 1 year ago

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One in Eleven Million (ch. 5)

damian wayne x reader x jon kent

(A/N): A few more chapters to go. I'll try to post more regularly but honestly dates get away from me so fast. I hope you all enjoy!

Series masterlist linked here.

warnings: sensory overload, planes

wc: ~1100

Jon swore that boarding time had only gotten longer the second time around. You attempted to shove him towards the already packed boarding lines.

“You guys have carry-ons and you need to find a spot for them so go.” You insisted. Over the loudspeaker, airline employees began allowing passengers in group two to board. Damian opened his mouth to argue again. Jon cut him off.

“You’re right; we should.”

You turned towards him, surprised, but took the opportunity.

“Thank you, Jon. I swear I can in fact survive twenty minutes without you guys. I did take a whole other plane here before I met you.”

Jon wrapped his hand around Damian’s elbow and walked him to the gate. Damian’s eyes roamed over Jon’s face, calculating.

“Are you alright?” There was a slight pause. “Overstimulated?”

Jon nodded. Even with his earbuds in, the people and the noise grated on his senses. Until his powers came back in their entirety or settled out, they’d be in flux, and Jon wanted nothing more than to get out of the simultaneously open and crowded gate. The dim space of the plane sounded like a haven, even enclosed as it was. Any other day, he would have argued more about staying back with you.

Damian passed Jon his own sunglasses and took the lead, scanning his boarding pass then Jon’s and guiding him into the boarding bridge. The lights, unnatural and piercing as they were, were dulled by the sunglasses. Jon relaxed the tension in his forehead, now looking more so than squinting at Damian.

“Thanks.” He pulled a deep breath in then let it out through pursed lips.

“You know you can just tell me things like that right?” Damian nudged. The line moved and they stepped further down the bridge.

“Yeah I just—everything’s weird and off balance and I’m missing the-“ His voice dropped to a whisper. “-powers that I’ve had since I was a kid so it’s-”

“A lot,” Damian nodded.

“Yeah.”

Jon dipped his head in response to the flight attendants’ greetings as he passed them by, following the line as it continued on towards the end of the plane.

“You take the end,” Damian instructed. “You’ll have window control and the corner if you need it.” He reached his hand out to take Jon’s carry-on.

Jon didn’t argue, sliding clumsily to the end of the row. He turned the small TV — built-in to the headrest in front of him — off before sinking into his seat. It let out a puff of air as he sat down. Above his head, the sound of wheels on plastic illustrated Damian lifting both carry-ons into the overhead bins. Jon realized belatedly that he shouldn’t have let Damian do that with his arm injury. Too late now.

After a moment, Damian maneuvered — much more gracefully — into the chair beside Jon, shoving his backpack under the seat in front. His arm curled around Jon’s shoulders. Jon followed the movement, forehead tipping down to the crook of Damian’s neck and eyes fluttering closed. One of Damian’s hands combed through his hair. The other wrapped around Jon’s wrist. Damian did that sometimes — often. In some ways, Jon appreciated it: Damian’s own way of checking his heartbeat in turn. Sometimes, like today, a move like that made Jon feel small. But Damian was safe. Jon could be small with him.

There were a few minutes of indeterminate noise before you arrived. Jon felt your appearance more than anything else and even then, mostly in the change in Damian’s posture.

“Hey.” Your voice was low. “Jon okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” You were addressing Damian but Jon answered anyway. “The airport was just loud.”

Damian’s hand didn’t move from his hair. Jon’s eyes stayed closed as you situated your bag under the seat and sat down. He assumed there’d been some sort of nonverbal communication over his head, but he couldn’t prove it.

Jon sat up, eyes blinking open underneath the sunglasses. He recognized the worried look on your face — and didn’t that say something about how ridiculous the last twelve plus hours had been if he knew that face well already?

“I’m okay.”

Your eyes narrowed in disbelief.

“Or I’m getting there,” Jon amended. You seemed to take that answer better. In the middle seat, Damian huffed a laugh and switched to holding Jon’s wrist with his left hand. Jon didn’t pull away. Having Damian nearby, the warmth of his hand wrapped around Jon’s wrist, made all the difference.

“Just let me know if there’s anything I can do.” Your eyebrows were still furrowed in concern. “Seriously.”

Damian seemed to take you at your word so Jon nodded.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah, of course,” you reassured him. “We’re in this together now.”

A flight attendant bustled down the aisle, shutting overhead storage and checking that everyone was wearing seatbelts. You moved your hands away from your waist and both Jon and Damian copied the movement. The flight attendant moved on.

Jon dropped his head back to Damian's shoulder, eyes following as you reached down into your bag and pulled out the craft project from the day before.

“What are you making?” Damian asked. You looked up at him, eyes flicking down to your lap then back up.

“Oh, nothing special honestly. I just found this pattern and liked it. And it’s nice to have something like this to do when watching TV, I think. Or like when you’re on the phone with someone. To have something to do with my hands.”

“It’s beautiful.” Jon readjusted his position against Damian’s shoulder as Damian leaned towards you. “You’re talented.”

“I’m not, honestly. It’s not really art, just string and a pattern I found online.”

“Tt,” objected Damian. “There are many forms of art.”

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen and welcome once again to flight 1221 nonstop to Gotham International Airport. Thank you all for your patience and adaptability around the delays. We are fourth in line for takeoff and running smoothly so we should be up in the air in no time. Please be aware that there may be some turbulence as we get up in the air so seatbelt signs will remain on until it is safe to remove them. Thank you all again, and have a great flight.”

The loudspeaker was silent for a moment. Jon opened his eyes from whenever he’d squeezed them shut. The crackling in the pilot’s voice as it filtered through the speaker was more audible than it had been the night before.

Jon winced as the flight safety video began playing. He was spared the flashes of light from the darkened TV screen but not the sound projected over the entire plane. Pulling his hood over his eyes, Jon curled away from Damian and into the corner of the plane, closing them once again.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent #damian wayne x reader x jon kent #damian wayne x gender neutral reader #damian wayne #jonathan kent #jonathan kent x reader #jon kent x reader #jon kent x gender neutral reader #jon kent #emerson writes sometimes

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legionofpotatoes · 1 year ago

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All other criticisms of modern Star Wars aside, the thing that gets me the most is how every single story is being written to fit into some Avengers-level grand finale that just isn't laying a solid enough foundation to make it worth the wait. Regardless of whether the individual stories are good or bad, what makes them fall so short, imo, is that there's usually no real payoff within their own runtimes (unless you count cheap callbacks or loose promises of More, which you shouldn't)

Like, I already knew halfway through Ahsoka that we were in for a cliffhanger and it's just like...alright, guess we'll see how this ends in about 5 years? Even Mando, which had a great first season and was poised to stand on its own two feet and ride off on a rootin' tootin' bounty huntin' adventure, has ultimately become yet another dusty path on the road to the current Big Plot with an indeterminate due date. That's not deliciously addictive media, it's a dry-ass carrot on a spindly little stick, lol

Of course, this is a problem that many franchises are happily getting cozy with lately because everybody wants to have their own Infinity War / Endgame moment, but I guess it seems a bit more egregious with Star Wars because, ironically, it used to work best because it had less overall focus. Like, sure, we had concurrent movies, animated series, and games, but they were always happy to do their own things and tell their own stories with definitive conclusions. Now it all has to funnel into the Big New Plot and, man, I honestly just can't bring myself to care when it feels like an endless waiting game

I definitely need to get around to watching Visions at some point because, every time it pops up, it sounds like the lifeblood that Star Wars sorely needs atm

Yeah the setup-and-payoff a-to-b type dramatic clarity that seemed so entrenched into the very bones of cinematic grammar - up to around the emergence of streaming, wink wink nudge nudge - is sorely missed in star wars atm. sure maybe downsized writers rooms fidgeting with limited series formats instead of doing actual seasonal TV has something to do with it, but even that is probably such a small piece of the larger issue that spins all this longform storytelling bullshit ferry wheel around.

Another part is certainly chasing the MCU business model of it all like you said. Carrot on a stick is verbatim how I've often described these things myself, the endless promise of another promise of another promise instead of forming a complete thought with a beginning and an end. servicing the plot before story at all costs. another part still is reverence towards the aesthetic trappings of the source material instead of its themes, trying to nail the exact texture of tatooine's huts and dial in the perfect balance of lightsaber choreography and pay homage to a thousand iconic shots before articulating something true in the text.

And like it's an endless laundry list, this confluence of capital-I Issues both industry-scale and creatively-driven that seem to be flaying the skin off the bones of whatever star wars even "is" nowadays. no one can answer that in the context of billions of dollars made off toys and storylines centering around this one moment in fictional history about sons and fathers and empires and rebellions. so they just keep twisting in the wind filling in any gaps within that period. I don't know nonnie, it's all so bleak. ahsoka and obi wan and even mando tbh. as charming as season 1 was, it truly felt like it coasted on its incredible restraint to avoid muddying its aesthetic with cameos, and lucked into effective storytelling as a result of that utterly unintentional alchemy. that's obviously well and truly gone now as its true optics have reared head.

what star wars is by itself is such a pointless discussion, right? andor argues it's a perfectly functional heightened universe that can support incredibly nuanced and dramatically charged stories of grassroots rebellion and the bureaucratic strain of fascist regimes. visions argues it's a world beholden to the force, an endlessly mutable and elegant metaphor that can support infinite monomyths and fairy tales. both are equally fantastic at executing on their takes, despite being in diametrically opposite extremes of interpreting the source. so it's not really about that at all, why the other stuff sucks this bad.

they're just bad at the craft of it, that's really it. whether it's auteur worship or business decisions rotting that fish down, it still rots all the same. maybe the new writers' guild contracts can shift the winds a little, because I was so securely done with star wars and then the aforementioned 2 shows came and affected me. so, so profoundly that I'm back on the hook again. like a lil sucker!

#long post #anon #asks #boy howdy forgive me mister baby yoda for I have engaged in star wars discourse again #this will definitely not backfire on me as it never before has.

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hypexion · 5 months ago

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It's The Legend of Ruby Sunday, an episode that's only so much about Ruby. Anyway on to the thoughts:

While this episode has many qualities, it is also still the big nothing much happens first part of a two-parter episode

I see New Rose has got a part-time job at UNIT. I didn't know they did those

For some reason UNIT is also employing an actual child. Kate what are you doing

The main event is the Time Window, which isn't very good. But it's the best they have

Honestly in spite of the mystery-box of it all I was engaged

Ruby can't catch a break and still does not learn about her mum 😔

I was expecting the cause of Mystery Mum's pointing to be linked to them using a window. Because a window works both ways

Also maybe they should have shut the window when the evil swirl showed up

"woah it's the TARDIS" is a good twist though

Meanwhile the Doctor's original goal before he gets distracted is the Susan Twist of Susan Triad

Turns out she's perfectly nice and is in fact just bait

I was convinced it was the return of the Beast somehow

Also for a moment I was thinking "Harriet... Saxon!?" but instead it was another Arbinger

The Mother and the Father and the Other you say?

Sutekh returns after 49 years and an indeterminate amout of time in the time tunnel

Incidentally in The Pyramids of Mars Sutekh was just a guy. A very powerful guy from a species of very powerful people, but not a super god

Also we confirm that in addition to being evil Sutekh is also a jerk what with the whole Triad Trap

Mrs. Flood is untrustworthy and kind of rude

The Trickster, the Mara and Sutekh meet on a neutral planet. It is a tense moment. The Trickster's teeth gleam. The Mara's eyes glint. Sutekh's... nose drips

next time: more sand than a concrete convention and maybe even some answers

#the legend of ruby sunday #doctor who #fifteenth doctor

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tomatoland · 1 year ago

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The TopMew scene that was cut was redundant. We already know top is remorseful and Mew is angry. So I’m not surprised it was cut. He should have kept in the other Top scene though where he turned down the hook up. That would have been more impactful for the character.

Oops, I totally did not see this until now. I doubt you are still around, anon, but I’m going to answer this because I finally organized my thoughts.

I wasn't referring to just the break room scene in that post. It's a cascading effect. There is Mew's softened dialogue in EP 6 confrontation, the two previous cut TopMew scenes, and the break room scene. The fact that Jojo said he wish he kept those earlier two TopMew scenes should not be the case. He should not be regretting anything. Everything he wants to show us, should all be on the table. It is HIS art vision. And if they were not editing the episode the same week as it aired, he would have been able to realize that he wanted to put those scenes back in and done so.

That's what I meant by pacing and confirming the storyline is progressing the way he wants. But what is happening is one cut in one episode is leading to another cut in a future episode because there is no basis for the action anymore. As a result, we are losing overall continuity. And who knows what else they'll have to cut because of the editing choices they've already made. Which is why I am worried, they won't have the scenes left to make this a satisfying TopMew reunion at the rate they are going.

I wish we didn't have the interview where Jojo said that because it's making me not trust him with TopMew anymore. If he realized earlier that those scenes didn't fit, they should have done re-shoots but instead we just have cascading cuts.

Removing all these scenes is removing depth from TopMew. It is making them into surface characters. And none of this deleted footage is canon so there is that too.

Yes, definitely, the scene were Top is trying to move on is incredibly important to learning about Top and how he feels about Mew. And they should have kept that regardless of what random people in the fandom think.

But even the deleted scene of Mew's revenge fantasy of wanting to physically hurt Top from episode 7 is important because it provides a basis for his violent thoughts and words in the break room scene. I wish they had shown it at least the TopMew portion as a flash like an intrusive thought while he was in the tub. Everyone has intrusive thoughts, right? No one could fault Mew for that.

So by not showing us that Mew has had violent thoughts, now Mew's anger in the break room scene seems to come out of nowhere so it no longer fit.

I don't agree about the break room scene being redundant. The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.

So instead of knowing that Mew is still incredibly angry and therefore his actions are irrational, what we got was Mew saying "okay" to trying it again with Top here by the pool and then at the end of the episode, inviting Boeing to go wakeboarding with them and saying shit like this to him.

Oops. I meant to cut the collage below in half, but I’ve already hit 10 images, so read left column and right column separately.

Now, Mew just seems wishy-washy. I would rather have seen the depth of Mew's pain and rage then absolutely nothing at all, his indeterminable poker face however sweet it looks.

Mew being wishy-washy/indifferent or just deciding to get back at Top on any given random day means their relationship doesn't have a viable path forward right now. Because if they cannot communicate honestly and vulnerably about what happened with Boston, their relationship cannot ever heal and get healthy. They'll just always be stepping around the cracks. This is the albatross I was referring to in this post.

Mew has never broken down and cried. We've gotten the lone tear, here or there. And we know from this BTS that they have footage of Book crying his heart out. As the viewer, we haven't seen it because Jojo is not painting us a picture.

But removing the break room scene also removed depth from Top too and TopMew's relationship in general.

It shows us that Top is really sorry and willing to show with actions not just with his words that he wants Mew to move forward, so THEY can move forward. Him being unsure of how to handle a wrathful Mew, but still wanting to try. Him saying he already talked to Boeing, since Mew is deeply insecure about him. Him holding Mew's hand and trying to break down this fortress Mew has built around his heart piece by piece.

The song I posted of what I thought the scene could be saying if it had stayed in. Top's POV: "Love, I don't know how this shit works, but I know we could work things out if we just work together." And that's the key phrase "work together."

And this appeasement photo and answering a fan's tweet that we're going to see happy Mew soon. Jojo thinks we're so dumb.

All I want to do is scream back, "But are they ever going to TALK?!" TopMew cannot just solve this with sex. We need soul vulnerability. And I'm bloody annoyed because prior to episode 10 that is literally all they needed, but instead TopMew went backwards.

#topmew #ofts #only friends the series #tomat answers #asks #top tanin #mew witsarut

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why-animals-do-the-thing · 2 years ago

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I was looking into my local zoo and they say they're zaa accredited, that's not the same thing as aza, right? I was curious if zaa was reputable and whether an accreditation from them really means anything

I think a better question, unfortunately, is "does any accreditation mean anything?" Followed closely by "how can a member of the public tell what it means?"

AKA you've poked to one of my giant projects of indeterminate length that I might, hopefully, maybe, get enough of a conclusion on to start submitting for peer review and publication this year.

Now if you've been following the blog for a while, you're probably thinking wait! Accreditations require standards! So to know what an accreditation means, we could just go read what standards they hold facilities to, right?

...and the answer is yes, but, that won't give you the whole picture for a lot of reasons. Many standards are performance standards: they say what has to be achieved, but don't specify how it's done. That means whether the standard is met is up to a significant amount of interpretation. Maybe the standards are in flux/being updated, and you can't guarantee that what you can find publicly is what's currently being used. Most accrediting bodies allow facilities to petition for variances, and there's no information available about what facilities have ones, for what, and why. On top of that, there's always questions about enforcement, oversight, consistency, anonymous reporting options, and of course, the risk of nepotism and/or politics impacting how accrediting decisions are made.

Here's the thing that never gets talked about, but is really important to know: accreditation is branding. Accreditation groups are trade organizations - they are responsible for advocating for the success of the businesses that are members. Being part of specific "accreditations" is like being in a fancy club. Members get certain perks, non-members don't get those perks, there's in-groups and out-groups, except it's all playing out with regards to federal and state level regulation, legislation, government funding, etc. That's why it's so political - it isn't only about guaranteeing a facility's quality. It's about guaranteeing that they're good enough to be part of the club, and will function and act the way the people who run the club want.

So honestly, at this point? All I can confidently say at this point in time is that accreditation by any entity in the zoological or sanctuary world means that X facility aligns with the ethos/zeitgeist of the accrediting body such that they're willing to stake their brand to it. You can read up on accrediting body to get a sense of what that means - if you do, make sure you look at things like the website and comments they make to the media, because there's a lot of information about organization culture and ethos in that than in just the published standards.

Give me like, six months (I hope) and I'd be able to answer your question with a lot more specifics, but I'm still in the nitty-gritty of spreadsheets and I don't want to speak before my analysis is finished.

#zoo politics #zoo accreditation #AZA being the “gold standard” is a perfect example of meaningless branding within the accreditation space #there's no definition of what it means and you can't tell who it is in comparison to #and it's also pretty silly to tout yourself as better than everyone else when you're in a field with a total of 2.5 orgs #all of whom have different scopes goals and targets #but boy does it make a great sound byte #upcoming research #zoo accreditation project

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fic--writer · 4 months ago

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Instinctive Charm

If Instinctive Charm were a spell, and Rolan had asked Tav to teach him the art. But the only way to achieve focus remains primal passion.

Chapter 3: Whatever my teacher desires. (final chapter) ⚠️ NSFW, SMUT

— It was really crazy, but I feel better now. Thanks, Tav. But I still haven't figured out how to use it to concentrate. - The truth serum stopped working, and Rolan was no longer anxious when he spoke.

— It will definitely help you, but not right away. Give yourself time to get back on track, to recover from the shock. Learn to live with it. For now we'll try another method of concentration.

He looked at her blankly, got up from the improvised bed and began to study the scrolls on the table.

Tav decided it was time to move on to the next part. The pleasant part. She noticed his nervousness and informed him:

— No, we won't be poking around in your brain any more. At least not today. Just relax.

She stood up and walked towards him, fighting her own indecision, but knowing that it would be foolish to back out now. Especially since she wanted to complete the ritual and check how hot the tiefling's skin could be:

— I would like to ask you a question. A rather personal question. - Tav said quietly - Tell me... are you a virgin?

— What? I'm, uh... - The Master of Ramazite tower choked up for the second time that day. - You really didn't think so, did you? No, I haven't for a long time... But no, I'm not a virgin. - Tav's question stunned him. And foolishly, he began to leaf through the scrolls on the table, pretending to study the magic formulas.

— There are physical methods. Well, to wake you up and get you going, and also to appeal to your instincts. - She pointed to his groin with an indeterminate hand movement. - Now, let's get on with it. Is there any chance that I might be your type? I know the truth serum has worn off, but… Remember, you have to answer honestly, whatever the answer is, it won't upset me.

— I... you know, it's really personal,' Rolan blushed and slapped the air with his tail, but then he pulled himself together and blurted it out: - Of course you're my... type. How could anyone not like you? Look at you, the saviour of Baldur's Gate. But... Why do you even ask that? - He tried to pick up the pile of papers he had unfolded earlier, but only managed to drop a few sheets on the floor.

— I'm asking because it's part of our class, remember why we're here? - Tav continued, flicking a strand of hair back in her face, trying to hide her embarrassment - Because exercise can really help you. If you haven't had a vivid experience for a while, it's OK. Bad memories are in the past, life has settled down and taken its grey course, and the new bright moments are not yet upon you. We'll fix that. There are... There are activities other than tantrums and pillow fights that give you a burst of energy. And they also appeal to basic instinct. These 'practices' help the wizard to create and channel the energy for the spell.

Rolan felt his mind begin to draw all sorts of not-so-decent pictures. But he nodded understandingly and finally left the papers alone. After all, Tav had really helped him, and more than once.

— Good. - She playfully spread her legs to give him a better view of her thighs peeking out from under her skirt. - I ask because if you've been through this before, you know exactly how much energy it has.

— The procreative instinct? You mean the thought of offspring? But... - he replied, lowering his head and feeling the colour engulf him completely. He was still waiting for some hidden catch. The thought of Tav offering him something like that so easily couldn't take root in his mind. Still, who knew these sorceresses from the Charm school.

— Does every mating end in a pregnancy? No, when you're passionate about someone, when you want someone, strive to possess them, you don't think about offspring at that moment. You're just thinking about - desire. The desire for intimacy is nothing but the desire of flesh for flesh.

She was so close to him that he swallowed, feeling her warmth again. The Archmage could smell her scent, the one he had missed in his excitement. The scent of rich, warm caramel and violets. Each of her words was like an incantation, filled with intense attraction. Each part of the sorceress' speech was more enticing than the last. She began to whisper to him:

— And if you're not a virgin, you know exactly how it feels. You know how your heart starts racing when you smell the scent of the one you desire. You know how your breath hitches just thinking about it. How your hands start to shake and your tongue starts to slip when you're afraid of scaring her off and making a fool of yourself. The way your knees tremble, the way your forehead sweats. You know - she whispered provocatively into his pointed ear.

— Tav, I... - he stammered, unable to find the words to express his thoughts. No sooner had he risen from the ashes, from these ruins of his life, than life took a completely different turn.

She ran her tongue invitingly over his lobe and continued:

— You know how your blood rushes and you blush, you know how your throat dries up when you realise that the lustful intentions are mutual. You feel your pulse racing.

— Tav, if you don't stop now, I'll... - The tension between his desire and his mind was at its peak. It controlled him like a puppeteer controlling his marionette. Rolan clawed and clawed at the table. Of course he wanted her, but he still doubted the reality and rightness of what was happening.

Tav didn't think to stop. She ran her lips along his neck and placed her hands on his chest:

— You know the way your flesh heats up and your hands reach for your partner. You know the burning sensation that hides in the pit of your stomach. You know the sensual sounds you'll elicit from each other. You know the hurricane that will break out between you. You long to taste it on your tongue. You long to touch and penetrate every cell. - She nibbled at the skin of his red, freckled neck with her moist lips, making him moan.

— Zurgan! I won't be able to stop if you keep do this - he said with a heaviness in every word. He still hesitated. Could he take what he wanted so easily now? But there was not an ounce of falsehood in Tav's mouth. Her words sounded selfless. She wanted him?

— You know exactly how it is, Rolan. I think I made it clear. Leave all your secrets in my body. - She let out a moan of anticipation and unbuttoned his shirt, running her hand down a torso too pumped for a wizard. Every infernal ridge sent a ripple through her hand as she moved.

The next moment, Rolan pulled his hands from the table with force and moved them to her cheeks, pulling her to him for a passionate kiss. And finally closed her babbling, lewd mouth. His chaos erupted as the tension cracked.

— I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen. - He growled, no longer hiding his intentions. His tail wrapped around her legs with such force that she had to work harder to get free.

Tav started to answer, but Rolan cut her off by placing his hand on her chin and covering her mouth with his thumb, which she immediately licked.

— I tried to warn you. Now hush you! - the archmage said, enjoying the jam of her lips. Their searching tongues collided again and again. His hands slid boldly down her back, claws carving shallow scratches.

The room filled with moans, the sound of their breathing and the rustling of pages scattered across the floor. On which they now stomped, almost losing their balance, searching for a foothold.

Rolan lifted Tav in his arms and laid her carelessly, barbarically, on the cushions. The Tiefling piled on top of her, pressing her hard and unrestrained against him. Pulling off the top of her dress, he clung to Tav's chest, like for ice cream on a hot summer day.

In that dense oasis of intimacy, his hand slid down to her throbbing clit. Which he could feel even through her underwear. He moved frequently, his hot fingertips sending shivers down her insides. The tension building up inside him was both tantalising and terrifying.

She wriggled and whimpered beneath him, and the Archmage couldn't stand it any longer. After all, it was her own fault for turning him on like that. Now that she was a whimpering piece of plasticine in his hands, he pulled his trousers down and then ripped Tav's panties off. Her little black lecherous panties. If they consisted of more than a couple of strips of thin fabric, they would have a chance of staying intact.. Rolan looked at her questioningly and she nodded in agreement with a wicked smile.

— Don't be greedy. - Tav said almost pleadingly.

The Archmage pulled aside the ribbons of her skirt and saw the mischievous sheen of her wetness. It beckoned and fascinated him, and the Typhling went straight for her entrance. Her heat rushed to his cock and he entered. All the foolishness of the world and his mind faded away in this gruelling desire.

We are entwined. We are your core desire, your flesh. Souls and bodies collide with terrible heat. Forget the shame in common nature. Leave me to my sins.

Oh, nature's gift to the Tiefling. The velvety skin of his thick cock was adorned with infernal ridges. It moved rigidly to and fro in a wild animal rhythm, and there was no other way. Rolan held her hips with his tail, pressing her hungrily against him. Tav shivered and wriggled beneath him, savouring the heat of his body now in all her innermost places.

Tav literally felt every spark that Rolan shot out of her body. Every now and then a moan escaped her lips. She was on edge, but she couldn't let them climax for the sake of concentration. To get the tiefling's attention, she grabbed his hair, pulled him towards her and bit his lower lip, pulling away before letting go.

— Rolan now. Right now. - She murmured.

— What, you already? - he squeezed out the words, uncomprehending, mixed with deep, hoarse sounds from the bottom of his throat.

— No, I haven't! For now, focus and concentrate all your attention. Gather all the energy of that instinct and cast the spell. Direct it at me, there is no one else. - she found it hard to think and speak in this position, but what one would do for the sake of learning and science.

Rolan realised what she wanted from him, but it was not easy to interrupt such an intimate and exciting process. It was a challenge to remember the theory, the verbal and somatic components of the spell. With an effort of will, he gradually slowed his rhythm, regained his focus and control of the situation.

— Try it now, come on. Concentrate on the sensations. - Tav insisted.

The tower master breathed in the scent of her hair and closed his eyes. He concentrated on the sensation that filled his entire being. He made the necessary gestures, his fingers swirling in the air like snowflakes. Rolan tried to cast the spell again, focusing all his passion on the target. This time the magical energy flowed through him and he felt the spell begin to form.

His magic affects those around her, mesmerising them, bending their will and changing their beliefs.

A glowing aura appeared around Rolan and he directed the flow towards Tav. She, the target of the spell, began to move like a doll under the influence of an unseen force. At his command, she picked up the pillow and threw it aside.

— It worked! - Tav rejoiced as only a teacher can for his pupil. - You did it!

— I really did it! - the inspired Rolan laughed, baring his frequent fangs.

But the next moment, when he remembered the position they were in and how they'd got there, he was embarrassed, his yellow eyes rounded:

— We? I'm sorry if... - He started to get off her in a hurry.

— I have nothing to forgive you for. It's all right. I wouldn't do anything I didn't want to. - She stopped him by grabbing his arm. Tav threw her head back and looked up from underneath him, playfully nudging him with her hips - You know, we don't have to stop.

The Tiefling replied with a cheeky smile and a sizzling look:

— Faz'iam quodzum volu'rit dilectus me magizta. - He spoke in infernal and Tav had a moment of doubt about her proposal.

Seeing her confusion, Rolan hurried to translate:

— Whatever my teacher desires.

#bg3 fic #baldur's gate 3 #tiefling #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #holy rolan empire #bg3 rolan #rolan x tav #rolan nation #fanfic #smut #bg3 tav #rolan baldur's gate 3

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cordeliatheodoro · 11 months ago

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Things I learned over my 5 years as a chronically ill person:

Obs: I have some kind of illness that's similar to Chron's disease, but like, not as bad. It still impacts my life in more ways than I ever expected, including fucking up my liver and mental health. Anyway;

Eating the "wrong" thing is better than not eating - when you have an illness that affects your appetite, the best course of action, in my experience, is to eat what you feel like eating. If that means having a jar of cookies for lunch, it's completely fine. Eat what you know your body will accept, because that's better than not eating anything or having your body reject what you eat.

Body fat = healthy - this is specific to my case, but I was just skin and bones before getting the right treatment. Even if I might feel bad because beauty standarts, getting enough weight and body fat to the point I became a midsized person (after years of being a walking skeleton) is something that should be celebrated. It means I'm eating enough and my body is becoming healthier.

You gain a hell of a pain tolerance - remember how I said my liver is fucked up? It means whenever I take painkillers, my stomach becomes a rebelious teen and tries to kill me. A.K.A, nausea, and actually throwing up if the medicine is too strong. I've learned to endure pain in order to not need painkillers, or to only take them if it becomes too much.

Kiss many adult experiences goodbye - Taking more than two sips of alcohol is a no-no, and don't even thing about drugs. I'm always the sober friend, which is not bad per se, but I would like it more if it was a choice.

You will be known as the sick friend (if you're the only one in the group) - I got sick at 12/13 and only got treatment for it at 16, so high school was HellTM. Get used to people asking if you're feeling alright everytime time your face moves two milimiters, and to cancel plans because you're sick. It also makes flirting with your crush harder, because they might see you as fragile (seems like people don't find you sexy if they know you have intestine problems).

Antidepressants are not exclusive for people with depression - Did you know the intestines are considered the second brain? Anyway, I was prescribed antidepressants (that also work as anxiety medication) to help with my chronic illness, and honestly, it kinda works.

Hope is good but don't hope too much - sounds depressing, but at least in my case, seems to be true. Things get better, and with the right treatment, you'll have a good life and achieve yours dreams, and overcome many, many symptoms and difficulties. And I really don't like thinking about it, but I know that this is probably my case, and it's a fact: I will never be 100% healthy again. Not like how I was before.

You won't have all the answers you want - I have an illness that's names, in my mother language, as "Indeterminate". It means doctors are not able to know how it developed, why it developed, if there's a cure, and how to treat it. The treatment I went through can only be described as "fuck around and find out". So yeah, sometimes you just have to accept there are no answers.

Anyway, this was depressing as shit, but I needed to get it off my system. To all my chronically ill siblings: hold on tight! We can do it!

#i'd talk about knowing knowing my brother is a glass child #but i don't wanna cry rn #chronic illness #chronically ill #ibdawareness #ibd

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tinkabelle24 · 8 months ago

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To Build a Home

Chapter 4: Show Yourself

A/N: If the chapter title didn't give me away, I listened to Idina Menzel's "Show Yourself" a lot whilst writing this chapter. Ahh, the memories... 🥰😅

TW! No trigger warnings.

Masterlist / Chapter 3

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Raph waited for Val to turn and shut the door, then silently slipped through the open window.

As one would expect, she freaked out.

The woman shrieked, grasping at the doorknob for support. It took a moment for her to realise who it was she was looking at, then fear quickly morphed into an odd combination of relief and anger.

"You're an ass."

She was upset. Understood. He did leave her hanging.

"Sorry," Raph replied sheepishly. A few more moments passed where neither said a thing. This was beyond awkward. Their relationship already felt so...is intimate the word? Yet they've never had an actual conversation.

The terrapin glanced about the apartment. It was old, with outdated appliances and thin, scratchy carpet. Yet it was immaculately clean; not a stain, speck of dust, or clutter of any kind to be found. In fact, she'd barely any possessions at all. Just a sofa bed, set of drawers, dining table and chairs. The only items that provided him any clues to her character were several small dishes on the kitchen counter, containing sprouted kitchen scraps, and a self-portrait with two younger, similar-looking individuals (siblings?) atop the drawer.

Raph noticed the scarf and pocketknife scattered at his feet and scooped them up. She approached him to retrieve the items, before setting them down neatly on the dining table.

He then noticed the lit candle, emanating a pleasant vanilla scent, and the single birthday card sitting next to it on the table.

"Is it ya birthday?" He enquired, gesturing to the card. Val glanced behind her to where he was pointing.

"Yeah," she answered, turning back to him. "Twenty-three today. Well, if you wanna get technical, in about...what time is it? 10:27. So, thirty minutes."

"Oh." His estimation was way off. "You're older than ya look."

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Val attempted a smile, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. "I was convinced you weren't gonna show up..."

"Yeah," Raph murmured, now struggling to maintain eye contact. "I, uh... I didn't think I would either..."

She still looked so cold with her flushed face, blue lips, and ashen skin. She'd been out there for so long in nothing but a shirt and pants, waiting for him, for him not to show up.

He felt ashamed.

"Were you watching me?" Her dark eyes burned into his. "While I was up there?"

The terrapin took a long, unsteady breath. "Y-yeah..." he finally answered. He saw the exact moment her face fell.

He'd hurt her.

This was such a shit idea...

She turned her gaze away from him, expression indeterminable. He expected her to snap and yell at him to leave or something in that vein, but she didn't.

She faced him again and asked, "What made you change your mind?"

What did make him change his mind? His emotions ruling over any logical thinking, as usual. Leo was going to have a field-day watching him suffer in the Hashi.

In all seriousness, he honestly couldn't pinpoint what pushed him to see her. Guilt? Intrigue? A yearning for connection? Unfortunately, he wasn't going to be able to give her a straight answer on that.

"I dunno," he answered earnestly, shrugging his shoulders. "It just... happened, I guess..."

Val simply nodded. She was so difficult to read in that moment; it was disconcerting...

"I-I do know though that I owe ya big for helping me that night. I woulda died if it weren't for you..."

Raph could see her steely expression soften as her gaze fell on his bandaged shoulder. Admittedly, he felt a little self-conscious under her scrutiny. It'd been weeks since he trained, so he'd lost a fair amount of muscle mass. He felt weak, and oddly exposed.

Donnie was prepared to make him wait another fortnight, citing 'wound dehiscence' or some shit like that, but he was having no more of it. He wasn't about to spend another two weeks holed up inside, doing jack fucking shit.

"Did anyone tell ya what happened?"

"That you were jumped and shot."

"Pretty much, yeah."

"What happened there - to your head?"

"Bullet skimmed the top of it."

Val's eyes grew wide. "Jesus...!” She gasped. “You're lucky they didn't blow your head off."

"Yeah..."

Raph was still miffed about how things transpired that night. He could try to justify it all he wanted but, at the end of the day, he ended up doing fuck all for anyone.

An innocent person still died and at least one of the perps is still at large. As a fun bonus, he inadvertently gave the Purple Motherfuckers a reason to target them.

All in all, a perfect fucking nightmare.

"Would you like some tea, or coffee?" Val gingerly asked, gesturing toward the kitchen. "I've got decaf, if caffeine isn't your thing. I love coffee, but I can't have any more than one regular one. It gives me the jitters..."

She rambles when she’s nervous. Cute.

"I can't, sorry... I've actually gotta head back to work."

"Oh, okay." She sounded surprised; he couldn't blame her. "What do you do, if you don't mind my asking?"

How do I positively describe vigilantism?

"Uh, well..." he began, wracking his brain for a suitable answer. "We... facilitate arrests, basically. Help the cops out a bit. The Feds also use us when they need help with bank heists and whathaveya; we're like their 'Ninja SWAT team', heh..."

The government knows about them, but most of the general public don't. They tried staying hidden, but acts committed by certain people (i.e., Mikey and himself... Okay, mostly him) forced them out into the open.

Cutting a long story short, they ended up collaborating with the NYPD to prevent an alien invasion, of all things. It felt validating for them to finally be acknowledged for their contributions to the city and as mentioned, an arrangement was made.

He could see the cogs in Val’s brain turning; she was trying to understand but was struggling to get there.

"It’s a lot," he reassured her, which seemed to put her at ease somewhat. The terrapin felt an abrupt buzzing sensation, and he stole a glance at his belt. His pager was going off. He had to leave.

"I don't have any more time to explain it to ya, unfortunately..." He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder toward the fire escape. “I really need to get goin’...”

He turned to leave, but she stopped him.

"Well, would you have enough time over dinner?" She seemed almost frantic. "I didn't get the chance to say what I need to say to you. So...c-can I possibly convince you to meet me, one more time?"

"...I really shouldn't-"

“Look, I completely understand if you don’t wanna have anything else to do with one another... I just hope that that decision isn’t being influenced by what you saw that night. Because there’s so, so much more to me than that..."

Raph felt conflicted. Yes, that was part of it, but the main reason was that it was simply too risky.

The Turtles were comforted somewhat by the fact that their existing human friends have the means to defend themselves. Casey was a professional hockey player and street fighter, and April a Kunoichi. Two months ago, this woman could've been blown away by a slight breeze.

How could he, in good conscience, engage in a friendship with her when he knew she couldn't protect herself?

It would be irresponsible.

At the same time, she was insanely brave for risking her safety to help a stranger. Sadly, in their experience, most people would have just turned tail and ran. But she didn't. Even when he told her to leave, she stayed. She kept him safe when he couldn't defend himself and helped reunite him with his family. Her intervention saved his life, and such an act deserved recognition.

If another meeting with him was what she wanted, then he was prepared to do everything in his power to make that happen.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he finally answered. Val, who looked like she'd been holding her breath, finally relaxed.

“Thank you...”

“I can’t promise anythin’,” he added. “But I’ll try.”

The woman nodded.

Raph's pager buzzed, again, and he growled under his breath. If he made them wait any longer, they'd start tracking his location... If they weren't doing so already.

“Sorry, I’m keeping you...” Val stepped aside. “You can go, if you want... Thank you, Raph.”

Raph paused a moment, stunned by that not only did she know his name, but his nickname...

Mikey.

When the shock finally wore off, he acknowledged her briefly, before slipping out through the window and into the night.

The most difficult part was yet to come – convincing Leo.

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“Oh, how kind of you two to finally grace us with your presence!”

Here we go...

Trudging into the Lair, Raph and Mikey were immediately confronted by their incensed eldest brother. “Do you guys not know how to answer the damn phone?!” Leo exclaimed as he rose from his seat in the living room. “Where have you been – and don’t you dare lie, because I know exactly where.”

“Where were we then, Leo?” Straightening his posture and distending his plastron, Raph attempted physically discouraging Leo, to which the leader in blue responded by matching his brother’s offensive stance.

Leo’s scowl deepened. “Don’t start with me, Raph,” He growled. “Why were you at that girl’s apartment?”

“We were just dropping off the stuff she left behind,” Mikey insisted, attempting to diffuse the situation.

“And that takes twenty minutes, does it?”

“Hang on – how'd ya know it was her apartment?” Raph demanded. The red-banded terrapin turned to Donnie, who immediately averted his gaze. Quickly realising what they'd done, he fixed his gaze on his eldest brother, who was still loudly expressing his disappointment.

“You’re unbelievable...” He scoffed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe this! You, of all people... Where’s the honour in invadin’ someone’s privacy, Leo?? And ya got Don to do the dirty work for ya... You’re a goddamn hypocrite!”

“I had my reasons,” Leo replied curtly.

“Oh, really? Pray tell.”

“I'll do anything and everything in my power to protect this family, Raph. Unlike you-”

“She’s harmless!”

“How would you know?” The leader challenged. “You didn’t even know her name; we had to tell you that. Unless there’s something you aren’t telling us, you know the least about her out of the four of us.”

The red-banded terrapin growled in exasperation. All three of his brothers were looking at him now, waiting for him to respond. The jig was up.

“Fine,” he relented. “Yeah, there is somethin’. I have met her before. Briefly.”

Leo eyed him suspiciously. “When, and how?”

He doesn’t need to know the finer details...

“When - the night I watched Tyler; the ‘how’ ain’t my business to tell.”

“That makes zero sense.”

“That’s what I told him!” Mikey blurted. Raph shot him a sharp look.

“Ya wanna know so badly,” the red-banded terrapin returned his gaze to his eldest brother, words dripping with disgust. “Instead of creepin' around on her public record, talk to her. She wants a meeting – more specifically, with me.”

Raph paused a moment to compose himself. He had to try to appeal to Leo’s better nature, otherwise this argument was going to continue in circles.

“Listen,” he began, voice even now. “This girl needs some closure; I think the least we can do is give her that. Doncha think?”

Masterlist / Chapter 5

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph x oc #oc val scott #tmnt 2007 #raph x oc #raphael x oc #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt fanfic #tmnt oc #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt fanfiction #to build a home

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could-they-beat-donald-duck · 6 months ago

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So let's get this out of the way because I'm sure this blog is giving you many questions, namely why and how?

Well the short answer for why is that it's something I've been thinking about for a very long time and honestly I really need a creative outlet. As for the how? Hoo boy it is genuinely shocking how powerful Donald Duck is if you put in the research. To start, he served in the navy meaning he has at the very least basic combat and firearms training. On top of that he has standard toon physics which are unique to most western animated characters which means he can easily shrug off most attacks that would normally hospitalize people including being cut in half, taking explosions point-blank, falling from indeterminately tall heights.

He also has been shown to draw upon a berserker rage which can amplify his strength and speed to monstrous levels as is often showcased in classic cartoons but was given the most focus in the 2017 Ducktales cartoon in which his rage was often the deciding factor in the matchups he was subject to throughout the show. But that's only scratching the surface because his strength rockets from a provincial threat to a world threat if we choose to take his Kingdom Hearts incarnation into account. Donald from Kingdom Hearts is a powerful spellcaster with an arsenal of offensive spells reaching up to the -za level in terms of power including the very powerful Flare and its variants which is considered an "Ultimate" spell. Already an impressive feat in itself but Square Enix decided to massively buff this duck in Kingdom Hearts III where it was revealed he is capable of casting the spell Zettaflare. Zettaflare is a spell on a level unseen in any other Square Enix game and the only other person to use it was drawing directly from the power of the dragon god Bahamut. Now granted, casting that spell took enough energy out of Donald to make him fall unconscious but the very fact he was able to cast it already places him as one of the strongest Black Magic users Square Enix has ever created. Because of the shocking level of power displayed by Kingdom Hearts Donald, most of these matchup analyses will be divided into "Could they beat regular Donald" and "Could they beat Kingdom Hearts Donald." Lastly despite the level of seriousness with which I take these matchups, always remember at the end of the day that this blog is not meant to be taken seriously and has a miniscule amount of bias. If the difference in power between Donald and an opponent is close, and I think it would be funnier to see Donald Duck emerge victorious, I am more likely to lean in his favour. Just remember that none of these characters are real, nor are any of these scenarios likely, so please don't get upset with me if your favourite character is just objectively weaker than Donald Duck.

#donald duck #gimmick blog #pinned post

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fatale-distraction · 2 months ago

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2, 7, 8, and 11 for the Rook ask? 👀

Abigail Ingellvar for Rook asks!

2. What do they look like?

Her faceclaim is Mia Wazikowska, with primary inspo for her appearance coming from Edith Cushing in Crimson Peak, Jane Eyre, and early 1900s actresses like Lillian Gish, Mary Pickford, Marie Doro, Evelyn Nesbit, and Maude Fealy. She’s an elf of indeterminate origin with brown hair (instead of blonde like beautiful Mia), 5’1”.

Beyond that, we’re gonna have to wait for the CC for distinguishing features etc! I am not an artist lmao.

7. What class are they?

8. What specialization(s) do you think they're going to have?

Answering these at the same time, because honestly I’m still struggling to decide! I usually main rogue, but with no Mourn Watch specialization for rogues, I’m wondering if it might be worth exploring a warrior first? I don’t want her loadout to be too similar to Emmy, so I’m leaning against mage now…but it would be kind of funny to have her as an assassin rogue.

11. How did they get involved with their faction?

I’m sticking pretty close to the canonical Mourn Watch background. She was found by undead servants deep within the Grand Necropolis and taken in by the Mourn Watch. Raised by necromancers, she feels a responsibility to pay her guardians back by serving the Mourn Watch as best she can. She often takes on more than she should in an effort to prove her usefulness, and does whatever is necessary to get things done. When she falls out of favor after her involvement in the War of the Banners and is encouraged to travel, she focuses primarily on researching the funerary rites of different Dalish clans and city-dwelling elves across Thedas.

#Abigail Ingellvar #dragon age #rook #the veilguard #the Veilguard spoilers #da4 #da4 spoilers #the mourn watch #she has her own tag now she’s official!!!

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diduthinkihadforgotten · 2 months ago

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i think to myself quite often that i miss the early days. but i find it to be mostly inaccurate, i miss the every day. i miss showing up at your job, and hearing you yell my name from behind the counter. sitting at the table and bantering about phone service. bringing you lunch, and defiling the back room. i miss our inside jokes, the games, the way you smiled and how it felt like it was just for me.

i miss the love we never gave a name. i miss laying my head in your lap, sneaking away and going on walks. i miss kissing your cheek when no one was looking, watching movies in my bed with your arm around my shoulders.

i miss saturday mornings after you slept over on fridays. i miss getting to be silly. planning the revolution over whiskey and drake. sharing everything like it were trivial. saying goodbye forever, halfway quoting the princess bride.

talking sports and feeling so inconsequentially small, yet so seen and loved regardless. your sleepy kisses and our traditions. kissing the scars on your collar and the way your teeth felt on my neck.

feeling smarter than the apes, gossiping and bickering over who would or would not buy dinner. being the evil twins. watching him pretend not to know that you were the guy i talked about whenever they asked about my love life.

you were, still are, my best worst kept secret. the answer to the prayers i never said aloud. the james to my jesse, bonnie and clyde, princess bubblegum and marceline. best friend first and lover second.

i know its both of our faults. i know that you hated the fact it was never really about the sex as much as i did. i’ve never met a person who i genuinely considered to be my equal before you. that’s probably the low empathy talking, but you said the same thing to me once.

is it as hard for you as it is for me? do you go through town and remember being called ghosts? sleeping on their floor like it was a twin bed? do you remember our not dates? see a movie title added to the marquee in town and remember that we promised to watch it together?

most nights you’re in my dreams. i call you a witch when i wake up. half accusing you, half remembering that other promise you made.

i still think about another life. maybe one where we didn’t fuck everything up so royally. maybe one where we never met, or met better. i know in some parallel universe i find you on the shore of lake michigan, skipping stones. in some other world our stars align in the real way, not just on the chart or in the full moon.

i really do honestly believe you now. cosmopolitan magazine says we’re in the separation stage now. that we’ll reunite again in an indeterminate number of years. you’ll find me with a better haircut and acceptance.

i still feel your absence in a way i never cared about with anyone else. i’m still terrified of intimacy.

the songs don’t sound the same anymore.

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ghostsoapgirl · 2 years ago

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Thinkin’ Bout You

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ghost x Transmasc!Reader

Word Count: 3600

A/N: I hope i did this fic justice. I haven’t written smut in years and as i am not a transmasc person I just hope i portrayed it okay.

MINORS DNI!!!

Simon’s finger hovered over the call button. It’s been months, if not a year, since he’d heard from you last. What does he say? With out giving it another thought, he presses the button. It rings for only a second before it’s answered.

“Simon!” your voice exclaims loudly. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the pure joy in your voice was definitely not it. “How are you? God, its been forever.” He allowed you to ramble a bit before he spoke.

“I was just thinking about you, about us, from before.” The soft sigh that leaves your lips has him breathless. God, he’d give anything to have you with him right now.

“Simon,” you speak softly, not sure where he’s going with this. “I always think about you too.” and it’s true. There’s not a day that goes by without him crossing your mind. Your lives were just too different, opposite sides of the spectrum. Your job keeps you in one place while his has him all over the world for indeterminate amounts of time. “How have you been?” He isn’t sure how to answer that so he just does.

“Stressed,” he lets out through a small laugh and your heart soars at the sound. God, you’d give anything to be next to him right now. “I’ve got a few weeks of downtime.” He let that hang in the air. He didn’t want to flat out ask to see you, hoping you’d take the bait and invite him.

“Don’t wanna spend time alone?” You knew Simon, you knew this. It’s how your situationship started in the first place. Simon wasn’t one to ask for things he wanted. Especially if that thing was you. “I’m sure Soap wouldn’t mind the company,” you teased. You’d heard plenty of stories about the duo back when you and Simon could have been considered something. Now though, it had been over a year since you’d even spoke.

“Don’t wanna spend time with Johnny,” he grumbled through the phone.

“What do you want, Simon?” You knew you were pushing your luck and after a long moment of silence, you had to check the phone to make sure he hadn’t hung up. When you saw the call was still connected, you made a humming noise in your throat, hoping it would urge his honesty. Honestly, you weren’t expecting an answer, so you almost missed the mumbled you when he said it. You hesitated briefly, unsure if he’d expand on it. When he didn’t you spoke up again. “Simon.” Spoken so softly he could have missed it but he didn’t. Spoken as an affirmation, an answer in just his name.

“When,” came his gruff reply. You knew you’d pushed him to his limit now so you took pity on him.

“Are you in the states?” When he confirmed he was in fact in the states, you went on the schedule a time for him to come out. You laughed when he told you he was already in your state, because of course he knew you couldn’t say no to him. You were still in the same apartment you’d been in the last time he’d seen you so you told him he could just head on over. After a quick goodbye you started the shower, trying to calm the nerves coursing through you. The last time you had seen Simon was prior to your top surgery. You admired the scars in the mirror before turning and hopping in. Your shower was methodical and quick, and when you emerged you headed to your bedroom to decide on what to wear.

Deciding on a nice tank top and some loose shorts, because hey, this was your apartment and you absolutely refused to get dressed up, you headed to the kitchen to try and decide on something to make. But as soon as you left your bedroom, there was a knock at your door. All the nerves you’d been holding back up until this point released a flurry in your belly. Before you could change your mind or doubt your choice of clothes, you walked to the door and flung it open.

Simon just sood there appraising you. You watched as his eyes took you in, from head to toe. His gaze passed over your chest quickly before finding your eyes again and you could see the crinkle of a smile through the balaclava he wore. You stepped back, allowing him entrance into your apartment. As soon as the door shut though you were pulled into a hug, Simon tucking his face into your neck, breathing you in.

“I missed you, too,” you said, because you did. You knew this was Simon’s way of saying the things he couldn’t so you allowed yourself to melt into the hug, smiling when you were chest to chest. There was nothing between you now, no uncomfortable mounds of flesh to hide behind big sweaters or side arm hugs.

“You did it,” was whispered against your neck and he didn’t have to specify for you to know what he’d meant. Your entire time with Simon, he knew how much you hated your chest and how you’d done everything you could to hide it. At his words, you melted further into him, tucking your face into his jacket.

“I did,” you laughed as he pulled away to look at you again. As his gaze raked over your form, you tried to fight the blush rising on your skin. Of course, that only made Simon grin even harder. God, how you’d missed that smile. You reached up and placed your hand on the bottom of his mask, asking a silent permission. When he nodded, you lifted the mask in one swift motion, needing to have his beautiful face bared to you. Your breath caught in your throat. Gods he was gorgeous. He wasn’t wearing his normal black eye paint under the mask so you got to see him in all his glory.

“Look at you,” you said through a smile. “Just as pretty as always.” It was Simon’s turn to blush now as he ducked his head. A finger under the chin and he was looking into your eyes again. “Why me?”

“You know why,” he spoke as he pulled away from you to drop his duffel on the way to your living room. You didn’t know, you hoped but there was a niggling of doubt in the back of your head so you needed to hear him say it. When you didn’t move to follow him he turned around and sighed. “I dreamt of this, you know. Having you to come home to after missions.” That shook you to your core. You’d had those same dreams of him coming home to you, of making a home with him. But things didn’t work like that. He refused to give up his home in the UK and you had refused to leave the job you’d worked so hard for. Every now and then, he’d visit and you’d enjoy your time together but both knew it could never be anything more.

That’s why a year ago, you’d been forced to end things for good. Your heart couldn’t take being with him but not being able to have him. You never labeled what you had and you never, ever dared to tell him how you truly felt about him. So you’d let him go. You’d fought the urge every day to call him, leave a message and beg him to come back to you. It had hurt but you knew it was the only way you’d heal. You didn’t though. You never got over him but you maintained your strength and never reached out.

And then he called you.

“I can’t leave my home, Si.” He visibly shivered at the use of the nickname you’d given him. “If you came here just to tell me I can’t have you, then I'm sorry but I can’t go through that again. I won’t recover this time.” HIs eyes widened at that.

“This time? WE ended things amicably.” You could hear the question in his voice. “There never was an us.” His voice broke at that but it broke you even more. You knew that, had always known that, but hearing him say that? You fought the tears back down, because you were not going to cry in front of him and you were about to ask him to leave when he continued. “Was there?”

“Of course there was! “ Your voice was louder than you intended so you took a deep breath to compose yourself. “You were my everything. But our lives were so different, in different countries, there wasn’t a way for this to work.” You gestured between the two of you, finally meeting his eyes. The sadness in them mirrored your own but you had to keep going. “I loved you. I still do, Si.”

He closed the distance between the two of you so fast your head spun. It was his turn to put a finger on your chin and force you to look him in the eyes. “What?” The disbelief in his voice was evident and it brought back a memory from so long ago. There’s nothing he to love, he’d told you once. You’d already loved him then but there was no way you’d ever tell him that. At least not then.

“Simon, don’t play dumb. I’ve loved you for a while now. I wasn’t going to say anything because you made it clear what we were doing wasn’t about love.” You managed not to spit the last word but you could feel your anger rising. As you were about to continue on your rant, Simon interrupted.

“I sold my place.” The absurdity of what he’d said forced a laugh from you. You stared at him trying to make sense of what he’d said. “About three weeks before I was granted leave, I sold it. It’s never been a home. I don’t have a home unless I have you.”

“What are you saying,” you managed to breathe out. Tears were threatening to spill. Home. You were Simon’s home. That means?

“I love you.” Simon stated it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I want to be here. With you. I want to come home to you.” His hands had moved to your waist now, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against the skin of your hips. When had his thumbs moved under your tank top? You couldn’t remember as his words washed over you again and again.

The tears were flowing freely now and you didn’t even try to stop them. You had so much you wanted to say, needed him to know but instead of speaking, you pulled him down by the collar of his shirt and crashed your lips into his. It took only a second before Simon was kissing you back, nudging you backwards until you were pressed against the wall. HIs tongue teased your lips and you melted, opening for him. He kissed you breathless for several minutes before parting for air, Both your chests were heaving, his forehead resting against yours.

“I’m saying,” he spoke between pressing kisses to your cheeks and forehead, “that if you’ll have me, I’d like to come home to you. Here.”

“In the states?” you asked between panting breaths. Simon laughed, his mouth now on your neck.

“Where ever you are.” And yeah, okay you could work with that. Before you could answer, your tank top was pulled to the side and Simon nibbled on the space between your neck and shoulder. A moan was pulled from your throat and your hands found their way into his hair. His thumbs were still rubbing circles into your hips and between his mouth and fingers, you were going crazy, You didn’t know what you wanted, just that you needed more.

Tugging on his hair, he got the hint before releasing your neck and lifting his head to look at you. The adoration in his eyes made your knees weak. You pushed against his chest and he stepped back from you, eyeing you curiously. What you were about to do had your skin tingling with nerves but if anyone was going to see you like this, it was going to be him.

Simon watched, enraptured, as you hands went to the base of your tank top and lifted it. It was over your head and on the floor in a moment, and you stood there bare before him. Even without breasts, this was intimate for you. Sharing your bare chest with someone in this way was something you were never sure you’d get to do. HIs eyes raked over your now flat chest and the fire in his eyes lit a fire in your core.

“Can I?” he asked as his hand reached for you, seemingly of its own accord. He stopped, waiting for your answer. You simply nodded and that was all the permission he needed. He ran his thumb softly over your scars and a sigh left your throat. “Do they hurt?”

“No,” you laughed breathlessly, “just sensitive.” “In a good way?” His eyes were alight and your heart melted a little more at the thought.

“I don’t know. No ones ever.” you allowed your voice to trail off and the look on his face had you pause.

“No one else has seen you like this?” The possessive tone in his voice caused a shiver to run down your spine. Instead of answering you shook your head no. “You’re mine, you hear me,” he practically growled out as both hands came to squeeze your pecs. “Lets find out how sensitive these are?” Before you could question what he meant by that he was ducking his head and licking a wet stripe over your left scar.

Your knees went weak at the sensation but one of Simon’s hands were on your hip, helping to hold you steady. He proceeded to lick and kiss every inch of your scar from one side to the other before taking your nipple between his teeth. You knew from others that sometimes sensation took a long time to come back but thank fuck that wasn’t the case for you. Your hips bucked, looking to get any sort of friction and Simon slotted his thigh between your legs, giving you something to grind against.

He rolled your nipple between his teeth, switching between biting and licking, before moving on and paying the same attention to the other nipple. When he finally has mercy on you and releases your nipple from his teeth, his lips find yours again. Its you who breaks away this time, begging or pleading, you’re not sure, but Simon seems to get the hint as the next thing you know he’s guiding you to your couch.

He lays you down upon it gently before his hands find the waist band of your shorts. You nod, giving permission without him having to ask, and he pulls your shorts and boxers off in one fell swoop. He takes a moment to just step back and admire you before you make a hand motion telling him to get on with it. He laughs, a breathless laugh that makes your head spin, before pulling his hoodie and shirt off in one go.

It’s your turn to stare now. As Simon undoes his pants, you watch the muscles in his stomach ripple from the movement, cataloguing the new scars that weren’t there the last time you guys were in this situation. There’s a new one on his hip your eyes trace and as it reaches his thigh you realize he's completely bare before you, his cock hanging heavy and red between his legs.

“Gods’ I’ve missed you.” Its out of your mouth before you even know your saying it and you blush again. It seems to be the right thing to say because Simon is crawling onto the couch with you, slotting his lips with yours before grinding against you. Every drag of him has your cunt throbbing, his head catching your clit on every thrust.

“I would love to take my time with you,” you say when you break the kiss. Simon just kisses your neck and collarbone, not seeming to be able to keep his mouth off of you, “but please for the love of god, fuck me.” He laughs into your neck before leaning back to look in your eyes.

“Condom,” he asks, just as breathless as you feel.

“No, there's been no one since you.” That fuels the possessiveness in him and he leans back in for a kiss as he lines himself up with your entrance. “Just go slow, Si, you’re not a small man.” He laughs against your mouth and pushes forward the smallest bit. You groan together as his head breaches your cunt, the stretch causing your head to spin. He allows you to adjust for just a moment before he’s pushing himself further into you.

You can tell he’s holding back, only moving an inch or so at a time and your patience is wearing thin. You wrap your legs around him, lifting your hips at the same time, taking him all the way to the hilt in one go. A moan rips from your throat, a groan leaving him at the same time. Gods, you forgot how big he was. He allows you a moment to adjust to the full size of him before pulling out just a bit and rocking back into you.

You moan together at the fullness, the feeling of him and you plead for him to just move already. With a light nip to your collarbone, he listens, pulling all the way out before slamming back into you. Your eyes close as he sets a slow and steady pace, pulling all the way out before fucking back into you, the rhythm not enough to push either of you over the edge, just enough to let you feel all of him.

You allow him this, the slow fucking for a few minutes before your grabbing at his shoulders, begging for faster or harder, you’re not sure, probably both. With a nip to your collar bone, he leans his weight back onto his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulder before slamming back into you. The change of position, the speed and the depth at which he's fucking you pull a moan from your throat. Simon laughs, that beautiful noise, before it breaks off in a choked grown as you squeeze your walls around him.

“Please,” you beg, needing to be touched. Simon understand your pleas, running his hands all over your stomach, your chest, fingers lovingly tracing your scars, before his hands rub down your sides, one holding your hip firmly as the other reaches between you too. The first flick of his thumb over your swollen clit forces a hiss from you. “Just like that,” and so he continues to fuck you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. You can feel the heat building in your core, that familiar tingle in your limbs letting you know your close. You tell him as much and he redoubles his efforts, applying just a bit more pressure to your aching clit.

“Tell me where love, I’ll pull out,” before he can even finish his sentence, your answering him.

“Inside, please, I wanna feel you.” With that, your orgasm rips through you pulling a shout from your throat. You feel his hips begin to falter before you feel him twitching inside of you, and the feeling of him flooding your insides pulls a few more twitches from your body before he collapses on top of you, bracing his weight on his elbows.

It takes you both a few minutes to catch your breath and you open your eyes, not even sure when you closed them, to see Simon watching you. You want to say something, anything to let him know that you want this forever and he seems to read your mind, because he speaks up first.

“I know we have a lot to discuss, but please tell me to stay.” The question in his voice causes your heart to break just a little. Simon, ever the doubter, still thinks you're going to turn him away.

“Forever,” you whisper against his lips as both of your hands find his cheeks. You kiss like that for a few moments, before he slips out of you and climbs off the couch. He returns a moment latter with a warm washcloth. After he cleans you up, he hands you a shirt and your boxers from the ground. You slip on your boxers and as you slide the shirt over your head your realize its his.

“Staking your claim, are you?” He laughs before pulling his own boxers on, slipping the shirt over your head and rejoining you on the couch.

“I’d like to think I already did that.” You laugh together before finding a blanket to pull over both of you, finding your remote and turning on the tv for some background noise. Before you know it, Simon is drifting off into your side and you feel your own eyelids get heavy. You fall asleep just like that, curled into Simon’s side before you allow your own eyes to close.

For the first time in a year, you feel content. Safe. Loved. And you’ll do anything to keep this feeling for the rest of your life.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #trans masc reader #simon ghost riley imagine #my works #oh god hopefully this is good.

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Evan "Buck" Buckley + Eddie Diaz = Buddie

alasse

always a space in my heart (for you) *Finished

Buck and Eddie meet at a Special Forces conference when Buck is finishing the first phase of his SEAL training and unsure if he can keep going, and Eddie is giving a talk on being a combat medic, feeling overwhelmed. They cross paths, go get breakfast, give each other necessary advice, and exchange contact details. Their long-distance (and sometimes not so long-distance) friendship doesn’t change everything, but they have each other’s backs sooner—and that changes enough.

allyasavedtheday

17 Steps to Inevitability *Oneshot

“Thanks for clearing it with Cap,” he says lowly, feeling oddly self-conscious under Buck’s knowing gaze. Because just Buck shrugs like it’s not a big deal, claps him on the shoulder and squeezes once. “Of course,” he says earnestly. “I told you he wouldn’t mind.” Eddie swallows back an emotion he doesn’t know how to name and bumps their shoulders together as they head for the stairs. He’d forgotten friendship could be like this, forgotten what the unconditional support of having a team around him felt like. He’s not sure he’s ever had friends like this though. Eddie doesn't plan for Buck to become part of his and Christopher's family; it just sort of happens. He doesn't plan to fall in love with Buck either; that just sort of happens too.

a touch of someone else (to save me from myself) *Finished

Of course, all of that comes to a grinding halt when he stops outside the locker room to find arguably one of the hottest guys he’s ever seen getting changed right by his locker. He stands there, gaping and trying desperately to get his mind out of the gutter – but Jesus, those abs – when someone bumps his shoulder and he turns to find Hen sidling up to him. “Enjoying the view?” she asks with a knowing smirk. Buck raises an eyebrow, feeling the corners of his mouth turn up in a smirk of his own. “He from B shift or something?” Hen’s about to answer him when Bobby appears on his other side. “That’s Eddie Diaz, our new recruit.” Buck’s brain does some approximation of a record scratch and he whirls around to face Bobby. “New recruit? Why?” In which Eddie joins the 118 during season 1 instead of season 2 and Buck has a lot to say about it. AKA Eddie meets Buck 1.0.

an inch away from more than just friends *Oneshot

“I think Eddie’s in love with me.” She gapes at him, mouth working for a response that doesn’t come until Chimney beats her to it. “Eddie’s what?” Maddie claps her mouth shut, stepping aside to let Buck through. Chimney’s on the floor in the living room with Jee playing with her tea set. “You’re not involved in this conversation,” Buck says, pointing at him. “It’s your fault in the first place for even putting the idea in my head.”Maddie apparently finally finds her voice, appearing at Buck’s side and looking between them. “I’m sorry, what? How did Chim put the idea in your head?” “Him and Hen!” Buck exclaims, waving a hand. “They told me I should pay attention to how much Eddie wants to be around me. “And you took that to mean he’s in love with you?” Chimney asks incredulously.

Buy Back the Secrets *Finished

He casts his gaze to the right, to the voice he’d heard a minute ago and the hand still on his shoulder. And, well. Okay. So Buck may have just been unconscious for an indeterminable length of time but he doesn’t think he’s exaggerating when he says the guy leaning over his bedside is one of the most attractive people he’s seen in a long time. Especially when his face splits into a smile that rivals the brightness of the hospital lights that almost just fucking blinded Buck a second ago. “Welcome back, hotshot,” the guy says and it sounds fond – familiar – and Buck honestly has no idea who this guy is. His brown hair is dishevelled on top of his head and his eyes look tired but then Buck notices the LAFD t-shirt so- alright. Someone from the firehouse, maybe? But he’s pretty sure he’d remember a face like that. After getting hurt on a call, Buck wakes up thinking it's 2018. AKA Buck can't remember who Eddie is but he's pretty sure everyone's lying when they say they're "just friends."

come out to the sea, my love *Oneshot

Tsunami au in which the 118 find out about Buck and Chris being stranded on top of the ladder truck and come to rescue them before they get separated.

if i'm honest, it felt like love *Oneshot

“I- it felt good, right? And neither of us are really in a place to want to date right now but maybe. You said you needed comfort so maybe that’s all it has to be?” “You mean this could be a…regular thing?” Eddie looks confused but not at all opposed to the idea which is more than Buck expects, honestly. He nods. “Just. When we need it, y’know? Because I don’t want to go back to how I was before but sometimes it’s nice. To spend the night with someone. Or- or be close with someone. And I trust you. I mean, you’re my best friend.” The few seconds it takes Eddie to think it over feel like the longest of Buck’s life but then his grip tightens imperceptibly on Buck’s waist and he nods. “I don’t think I could imagine trusting anyone else with this right now.” Buck and Eddie try friends with benefits. It's great, easy, exactly what they need. Except for the fact they're in love with each other

it's always on the tip of my tongue *Oneshot

“You wanna talk about it?” Buck asks after a beat. He doesn’t drink his beer. Eddie doesn’t either. It’s a crutch, mostly. A pretence, so that if the conversation gets too deep, too fast they can blame it on the alcohol. Eddie appreciates it. As he thinks about Buck’s question he wonders where to start. He’s told Buck some of it, the important parts, but not- not what compelled him to do any of it in the first place. In the end, he can only think of one thing. Swallowing around the lump clogging his throat, he says, “I don’t think I know how to be in love anymore.” *Eddie Diaz vs the Great Romance Paradigm.

Look How They Align *Finished -NEW

The guy is standing with his back to him in front of an open locker. He’s in the middle of changing and Buck doesn’t mean to gawk but then the guy turns to the side and- That’s definitely the hot dad from Sophie’s school. “Uh Carla,” he says vaguely, not entirely sure he hasn’t interrupted her. “I’ll have to call you back." He drops his phone back down by his side before she has a chance to reply, staring in dumbfounded bewilderment as Eddie Diaz pulls an LAFD shirt over his – very chiselled – chest. “You know it’s rude to stare.” Buck jumps, snapping his neck to the side to see Hen approaching. “Do we need to get you laid?” she asks bluntly. “Should Karen and I take you out this weekend? I mean, first that dad at the kids’ school and now the new guy? Come on, Buck. Close your mouth.” He splutters, tries to muster up some indignation at Hen’s comment, but then he catches sight of Eddie again, now buttoning up his over-shirt and instead all he can manage is- “That is the hot dad from the kids’ school.” * In which Buck has a crush on the hot dad of the new kid in his daughter's class. The hot dad who also happens to be his new co-worker.

ashavahishta

Always, All Ways *Finished

“Buck is very dear, Mr Diaz. Not only to me but to the pack. You’ll find that if you treat him with anything less than utmost respect you’ll have a lot of people to answer to.” Eddie swallowed. It was clear that in the absence of a mate, this omega had found himself a very protective pack. “Understood, sir.” Or: Buck’s the only omega in the 118. He’s got secrets, and walls a mile high. Eddie’s the alpha determined to knock them down.

Just Buck - Or, 5 Times Ana Realised Her Boyfriend Had A Boyfriend *Oneshot

Ana thinks she's found a great guy in Eddie Diaz. She only wishes he wasn't quite so close with his best friend.

autumnchills

to wash away the day *Oneshot

He reaches forward and grabs at his friend’s cold hands. He runs his thumbs over the tops of them, and when Buck casts his gaze away, he leans down to catch it again. “Hey,” Eddie whispers, bringing one hand up to his cheek. “Come back to me.” After the tsunami, Buck goes home with Eddie and Christopher, and Eddie is going to make sure Buck gets the shower he needs, even if it means he needs to give it to the man himself.

calvingseason

dreamin' with the lights on *Oneshot

“Uh, that’s not all,” Eddie says, before he loses his nerve. “I was hoping you’d come as my—partner.” He winces as soon as the words leave his mouth, because genuinely, this is the stupidest goddamn idea. Shannon is probably cackling wherever she is over the fact that Eddie is acting the man he is very tragically in love with to be his—fucking fake boyfriend, or something, just to avoid the attention of some PTA parents. Buck blinks at him. “Are you—you want to pretend to be in a relationship to get Heather Paul off your back?” he asks, fingers squeezing around Eddie’s pulse point a little. or, eddie asks buck to come to christopher’s parent-teacher conference with him as his boyfriend. it’s fine. really.

cnomad

finding our way (back home) *Fiinished

When Eddie left the 118, he promised Buck that nothing would change. But six weeks later, things were strained between them as Eddie tried to adjust to his new role at dispatch while Buck decided to take a major step forward in his relationship. After a series of revelations forced Buck and Eddie to confront what they really wanted out of life, it was up to them to find their way back to each other. Back home.

ColorMeParanoid

What's love got to do with it? *Finished

"Hear me out," Buck said. "Clearly, both of us are sick of dating other people. And we're a good fit, in pretty much every way that matters. So what if we're not in love? We don't need to be in love to be happy together." Eddie frowned. "So basically, we'd be boyfriends, without benefits?" "Yes!" Buck snapped his fingers. "Like platonic boyfriends! We'd get all the benefits of a relationship and none of the heartbreak." And maybe Eddie had finally lost his mind, or maybe it was from all the alcohol clouding his judgment, but the idea of it didn't sound half as crazy as it should have. After Buck’s and Eddie’s dates both end with disasters – proving once again that maybe dating just wasn’t meant for them – they decide to simply settle for each other. If there was one person in the world they'd ever trust with their hearts, it was each other. And who was a better person to date other than your very own best friend?

coupe_de_foudre

hit the jackpot *Oneshot

“I’m your husband.” “You’re my husband? Holy shit!”

need you to show me love *Oneshot

“Eddie.” the guy suddenly says, throwing Buck off guard. “My name.” he clarifies. “I don’t wanna make a habit of hooking up with guys I don’t know the name of.”

dannyuta

NFWMB *Oneshot

“Hey!” Eddie’s voice barks from behind Buck. Buck jumps, but then Eddie is there, wedging himself between Buck and the man, who was trying to crowd himself into Buck’s space. “Back up.” “Or what?”

DarkFairytale

Those Two Firefighters *Finished

#thosetwofirefighters starts to gather a following on social media, as everyone tries to figure out if those two cute firefighters from the 118 in LA are a thing or not.

extasiswings

fire on fire *Oneshot

"You’re sleeping with him.” “I’m not—” Eddie rolls his eyes and corrects himself halfway through. “I’m not sleeping with him like that, okay?” Sophia looks at him for a long moment as her gaze turns from teasing to thoughtful. “But you want to be. Right?” [Or: Buck and Eddie get in the habit of sharing a bed while living together during quarantine. It's platonic until it isn't.]

Stuck on Fast Forward (Throw Away the Blueprint) *Finished

“Sounds like the problem is you think casual sex with a stranger or finding someone new to date are your only options.” Eddie’s brow furrows. “Aren’t they?” “I mean, there’s always…someone you already know. Who you’re already comfortable with.” “Because my pool of male friends who are single and who would be interested in having sex with me has so many options?” “Well, I don’t know about many, but you only need one,” Buck points out. “And who would that be?” “Me, of course.” [Or: Frank gives Eddie therapy homework, Eddie misunderstands the assignment, and Buck is just a really supportive friend...right?]

glorious_spoon

Here, Beneath My Lungs *Oneshot

“Okay, okay, come on, let’s do this,” Buck says, in a trying-to-be-serious tone that just sets Eddie off again. “Come on, we’re gonna do this right. You need the full Buckley Experience.” “Someone’s confident,” Eddie manages. “I know what I’m good at,” Buck says, and something about the way he says it—grinning and smug with laughter still leaking out of the edges of his smile—makes Eddie go still.

hetrez

Lifelines *Finished

Buck said, "Look, I'm sorry I overheard that because it's personal, and you should be able to decide who gets to have that part of you." Eddie came out of his hunch a little and looked him in the eyes, and Buck felt a zing of giddy accomplishment. It maybe made him stupid. "But to be honest, I'm really flattered that Pepa thought a punk like me could get a guy like you." Eddie's eyes went huge, and under the sodium lights Buck could see his ears turning red. Shit. Back off, back off, Buck told himself. He said, "I mean, you look like you know how to file your taxes," and immediately wanted to smack himself in the face. Just two strangers hanging out after a tsunami, talking about being in the closet.

iriswests

ripples all the way down *Finished

With some coercion, Buck allows Maddie to set him up on a date. Surprisingly, the date goes well — and it keeps his mind off the unnamable feelings he’s been studiously ignoring for his best friend. Until Christopher’s science report on gentoo penguins — no, seriously — sets off a series of events that has him somehow spending more time at the Diazes’ side, and he feels like he’s going just a little bit insane trying to juggle a burgeoning relationship, his jealousy over Eddie’s own new relationship with Ana, and his inability to move on from the place that’s been his for three years in the Diazes’ lives. Oh, and Eddie keeps looking at him like he has something to say — except he never says it. This is the tumultuous road to finding out what Buck truly wants, paved by pebbles. or; christopher partakes in some parent trapping

HMSLusitania

Leave the Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) *Finished

“We’re here for our grandson,” Helena says. “Chris is still sleeping,” Buck says. “I meant, we’re here to take him back to Texas,” Helena clarifies. “Yeah,” Buck says. He’s too tired, way too tired to be tactful. “Over my dead body.” -- An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is... missing presumed. While they navigate their new family circumstances -- and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts -- a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home.

iriswests

ripples all the way down *Finished

ithilien22

under the rocks and stones *Oneshot

Eddie wakes up one morning in a life that isn't his. It's... kind of nice.

justhockey

Feels like falling in love *Oneshot

It’s just - it’s too much, and not enough, and Eddie isn’t sure if he’s allowed to want more than this, but he does anyway. He wants everything with Buck. (Or, five times Eddie doesn’t mean to kiss Buck, and the one time he does.)

kithmet

something touched me (like a knife-blade) *Finished

“I feel fucking explosive, Buck. Like I’m about to go off at any second. I don’t want you caught in my mess.” His eyes sting. At the very least, Buck contains the sound of it in his voice. “Eddie, I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” he replies, “but I already am.” Eddie self-implodes. Christopher, seeking refuge, flees to Buck—whose priorities amount to, in varying order: take in the kid, get Eddie to talk to him, and keep the three of them afloat in the process. (Oh, and Tommy’s there too. He thinks.)

letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

Leading with the Left *Finished

When Buck said he was a "bartender" in "South America" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "Mexico." And when Eddie said, "What's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "Is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?" In other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about Buck. Or Eddie. Or Buck and Eddie's relationship.

Polish_Amber

the mortifying ordeal of being known*Finished

The thing was, the 118 was full of gossips. Eddie had been at the station less than a week before Hen and Chim wrangled details about his “hot young thing” from him (“Buck is only 4 years younger than me, he is not a ‘hot young thing’!” Eddie complained.) And Bobby was open about his worries for his son’s lack of direction and the secrets he appears to be keeping (“I just wish I could help Evan find the thing that gives him purpose,” Bobby lamented.) It just made it all the more ridiculous (and horrifying) when Eddie realizes he’s been dating his Captain’s son this whole time (“Defiling his baby,” Chimney cackled, because he clearly wanted Eddie murdered.) Or, the AU where miscommunication abounds as Eddie seeks advice about his new relationship, Bobby despairs over his adopted son's career prospects and his refusal to talk about it, and Evan Buckley-Nash juggles training at the fire academy, building a family with his new boyfriend, and trying to work out how to tell his overprotective dad that he's already chosen the life he wants, actually. It takes a goddamn tsunami, of all things, to get the story straight.

rarakiplin (gmontys)

darling, the future's better than yesterday *Oneshot

Eddie, ten years younger, in this awful 2010, blinks up at him. He's still sitting slumped on the curb, and for a second Buck thinks he might tell him to fuck off, but then his eyes fall shut and there’s something — aching and painfully vulnerable in the bend of his mouth, the faint tension in his brow. “My…um, girlfriend, I guess. She’s pregnant.” “Holy shit,” Buck says. or, buck deals with some wonky dimensional/time travel and then breaks up with his girlfriend. eddie, obviously, is involved.

RedRidingStiles

What If I Fall In Love Backwards? *Oneshot

"I feel like we should go save him," Chimney said as he and Hen loaded their drunk and injured patient into the back of the ambulance (day drinking and balconies do not mix), nodding his head towards the small swarm of college girls surrounding a highly uncomfortable Buck. "And by we I mean you, Eddie." "Yeah I got this," Eddie reassured, cupping one hand around his mouth before shouting, "Hey Buckley!" "What's up, Hot Stuff?" Buck called back, his eyes holding crystal blue relief as they met Eddie's across the lawn. Eddie tried to bite back his amused smile but didn't succeed when his next words had Buck grinning like a complete fool.

"You. Me. Tonight. Wear something pretty." "Edmundo Diaz, are you trying to ask me out on a date?" Or five Times Buck and Eddie saved each other by pretending to be together and the one time Christopher helps

spiritsontheroof

you’ve ruined my life by not being mine *Oneshot

Marisol clearly doesn’t know, she definitely doesn’t understand, and her brow furrows as she opens her mouth to probably ask another question about why Eddie’s deferring parenting to his single, childless best friend.

Soph_Writes_118

Home is Where Our Story Begins *Finished

What if Buck had moved in with Eddie and Christopher after 4x07? Buck has been struggling with the loss of his safe space since Albert started dating Veronica. So Eddie suggests that he crash at his house for a couple of weeks to get some distance. No big deal right? So Buck takes him up on the offer, and it only comes as a surprise to them how perfectly he adapts to life with the Diaz boys. But when feelings make themselves known, it complicates everything...

Tattered_Dreams

The Space Between Sleep *Finished

As weeks pass after the Tsunami, Christopher has Eddie to help him deal with the scars it left behind. He also has Buck. Buck's dealing with his own demons, but he has both of them. Eddie's trying to keep them all together and finding out his family might not be as small as he thought. The 118 have their few cents to add, too, because don't they always. | Canon through 3x03 | Complete | Depictions of trauma, some more detailed than others |

theleftboobgrabber

the weekly bet (but the forever kind) *Finished

When the squad bets on how long it will take for Buck and Abby to get back together when she comes back to LA, Eddie is forced to reconsider keeping his feelings for Buck a secret. “Thanks,” Eddie mumbles, hiding his face deep in his pillow, even if Buck can’t see him in the dark. “What for?” Leave it to Buck to be confused about something so obvious. “Being you, idiot.” “And again with the name calling,” he answers, content and sleepy. Nights like this, Eddie feels like asking for a miracle. But to the team, it wasn’t a matter of if Abby would take him back, but when. A matter of days.

thetalee

Hold Steady, Hold Steady *Finished

After Eddie's bombshell announcement on Christmas, Buck runs away and finds himself back on his first day on the job.

A time-travel fix-it fic of sorts, ft. a stranger that totally just wants to help, honest.

The Thing With Feathers *Finished

After disappearing for a month, or four years and change from his perspective, Buck has returned to everyone he left behind. Except things don't miraculously fix themselves over night... Or: In which Buck made a choice, that wasn't really much of a choice, and is now saddled with the consequences.

turningthepages

I'll Feel You Forget Me Like I Used to Feel You Breathe *Finished

A car accident leaves Eddie without ten years of memories. He forgets meeting Buck, falling in love, getting married, and bringing two more kids into their life. As Eddie struggles to adjust to this new life, Buck struggles with being in love with someone who doesn't want to remember him. Oh, and they have really cute kids. or Just another Hollywood Amnesia story the fandom probably didn't need but lived in my head rent free for too long.

wakeupnew

where there's smoke, there's fire *Oneshot

Buck loves Christopher. Buck clearly loves both of them. He and Eddie haven't said it to each other yet, but it's in every gesture, every word. Every package of dinosaur nuggets Buck keeps in his refrigerator. Every time he sends a text because he saw a video of dogs looking ashamed after destroying stuff and he knows Eddie will think it's funny. The care he takes when he carries Chris to bed. How he looks at Eddie when he thinks Eddie's asleep. It turns out that being in a secret relationship with your best friend in an active fire department is kind of a life-altering situation, once it's suddenly not a secret anymore.

withmeornotatall

forget-me-nots *Oneshot

Eddie wakes up from the ambush, not in the deserts of Afghanistan, but the deserts of Los Angeles and finds out he's missing eight years of his life. Somehow, that's worse than falling from the sky and three gunshot wounds.

i (for)get you *Oneshot

"Eddie," Hen says softly. "We know how you approach relationships. If she's giving you hickeys, it's serious." "That's not—" "We're happy for you, bud." Chimney slaps his back again. "And we get it if you aren't ready to tell us yet, but you know we'd only ever be happy for you. Right, Buck?" He flinches at his name, Chimney's voice just loud enough to agitate the ache at the base of his skull. But then Eddie is looking at him with something amused sparkling in his eyes, and the combination of exhaustion and pain only makes him frown back. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asks quietly. Eddie's expression falters for a moment before smoothing back into that subtly amused look that makes Buck want to scratch his skin off. "Eddie, you're not a casual sex guy. You must have been dating her for a couple of months at least, if you're at this stage. Why wouldn't you tell me that?" (OR: buck hits his head, forgets the past month and suddenly eddie has a secret girlfriend... right?)

memory (all alone in the moonlight) *Oneshot

"Buck!" Eddie steps over the coffee he'd spilt and perches on the edge of the hospital bed, his fingers closing around Buck's hand. Buck is too tired to snatch it away. "Diaz?" He croaks with a frown. "What are you doing here?" "Where else would I be?" Eddie murmurs, frowning. Buck looks to Bobby for some sort of clarification, but Bobby's already sharing a confused look with Eddie. Something turns in his stomach. "Its not 2018, is it?" (OR: buck wakes up from an accident on eddie's first day at the 118, turns out, a lot has changed since then)

wonderfool (foolmetal)

the heart beat so loud, we could not ignore *Finished

Post 4x06/4x07, speculation for 4x08. “Change can be scary,” Buck says, “but we want your dad to be happy. Adults can get lonely too sometimes. He has a lot of friends at work, but he might be looking for someone who…can be a partner. Someone who worries about him and supports him when he’s feeling sad. Someone who loves him.” “But he already has you.”

woodchoc_magnum

wherever we're together, that's my home *Oneshot

Set post-5x06 "Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1", in which Buck is struggling and unwilling to let anyone in (until Eddie takes matters into his own hands).

ZainClaw

to be found *Finished

After being mistreated by his alpha for the last time, Buck abandons his pack and heads for the city where he’s found by Eddie - another werewolf who’s nothing like the ones Buck is used to. Eddie is gentle, kind, and has made a pack for himself and his son that Buck desperately wishes he could be a part of.

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